a Sunday wooing. Surely she would admit that if Adam could not endure
being alone in Eden, a like fate would be far more deserving of pity
in such a wilderness as New York.

"Then, as a sequel to her sympathy, I may witness the awakening of
that noble characteristic of woman--self-sacrifice--the generous
impulse to give happiness, even though at cost to self.

"As the winged hours pass, and our glances, our words, our intuitions,
and the subtle laws of magnetism that are so powerful, and yet so
utterly beyond the ken of reason, reveal us to each other, I detect in
the depths of her blue eyes a light which vanishes when I seek it, but
returns again--a principle which she does not even recognize, much
less understand, and yet which she already unconsciously obeys. Her
looks are less frank and open, her manner grows deliciously shy, she
hesitates and chooses her words, but is not so happy in their choice
as when she spoke without premeditation. Instead of the wonted bloom
on her cheek her color comes and goes. Oh, most exquisite phase of
human power! I control the fountain of her life; and by an act, a
word, a glance even, can cause the crimson tide to rise even to her
brow, and then to ebb, leaving her sad and pale. Joy! joy! I have won
that out of which can be created the best thing of earth, and the type
of heaven--a home!"

At this supreme moment in my day-dream, an elderly Friend on the high
seat gave his hand to another white-haired man who had, for the last
hour, leaned his chin on his stout cane, and meditated under the
shadow of his broad-brimmed hat, and our silent meeting was over. The
possessor of the exquisite profile who had led me through a flight of
romance such as I had never known before, turned and looked directly